Wordsworth pg. 8857 Workers

Dressing in costumes and rubberheads of mouse,dog or duck, for some, is work: moving a childto believe in magic—or an adult to tears. If manpushes or pulls without moving an object, he is nota worker. (See: ant; bee; termite.) This summer,

the Characters at Disneyland went on strike.Cinderella and Pluto sat on the curb, smokedby the main gate. A good machine should break in,not down. Why won’t you answer when I askWhen’s the deadline? What’s done is what matters.

Motion is produced against resistance. In 1786,a revolt in Worchester: Been pulled and hauled,and my cattle sold for less than they’re worth.How much is one’s word worth while compilinga wordbook or stealing a rowboat? Work to release

the chain that holds the boat to a tree. Step in. Pushfrom shore. Row to where no one can see. Your facefixed on the bag in the hull. In fairy tales,this is how it’s done. Work. A gruesome task,but the pay is good. There’s usually a queen involved.

Proof of death: a lock of hair, lungs or liver.You tap your pocket—yup, it’s in there—pull the cargo, tip it up and pitch overboard.The dead girl swirls into the black. A deadline through the water. Well, now, at least

that’s done, it’s done. Revelation of the lake.I am both murderer and murdered. I am realand not real. I am of two minds. Stroke. The resistanceof water to oar, paper to pen, ground to bootsclimbing a mountain only to miss the point:

everything is rabbit out of a hat, Plutoon the guillotine. It’s against Company policyto remove one’s head in full view of the Guests.A basket at the base of the blade catches the capital,the rope works with little friction: a good machine.

Glider pg. 3029 Glove

The globe maker sands hollow wooden spheres.The first continent: his hand. Presses,keeps the globe from rolling as he works. Next,copper engraved with such precision, when cutand pasted on the wood, the map fits perfectly.

The globe maker, also farmer (orchard, Vermont),knows how to shape the earth. Dips a stiff-bristled brushinto the pot of glue, positions a plate in place—half the horizon held by the strength of horsesin full gallop from maple trees to

ninety-one miles east of Phoenix: Globe,Arizona—constellations of copper mines.See the route and ruin of people who livedin cliffs. The direction of the earth:glorious revolution. What can’t be seen:

time and atmosphere. Ninety-one years afterthe first U.S. globes, the Wright Brothers built—to solve the problem of balance—glider planes: spruce wood and a strong muslincovering dependent on currents. Towropes

connect the planes: one guides the other to cloud—past flat projections distorted by spinesof antique serpents, demons in blue. On the surfaceof the ocean float globefish, swollenin reaction to danger, poison if eaten raw, but also

a country forgotten after inkon parchment has vanished. I almost wreck.But fishermen in Gloucester are known fortheir skill and your directions are good. A sharp eyea pupil: a dot on the map. I am here.